ROBERT FROST
G'day folks,
Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. His work was initially
published in England before it was published in America. He is highly
regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of
American colloquial speech.
Few poets become household names. Unlike fiction and
nonfiction, poetry is an art form consumed (or at least purchased) by a nearly
infinitesimal percentage of readers. Consider this: A Poet Laureate of the U.S.
may sell a few thousand books in a year, whereas an NFL quarterback may sell
half a million copies of his surely ghostwritten autobiography. This should
come as no surprise, but it reflects a sobering reality—poets have it rough
when it comes to making a name (not to mention a living) for themselves.
Occasionally, though, a poet breaks through the niche, transcends the confining
markets of literature students and poetry aficionados, and so captivates the
minds and hearts of the general public that he or she becomes a crucial thread
in our national, artistic tapestry.
Born in San Francisco on March 26, 1874, Frost grew up in
an America besieged by rapid social and scientific change. The Second
Industrial Revolution began in 1870 and brought with it advancements in
manufacturing and technology that resulted in an America that was ever more
urbanized, mechanized, and modernized. These societal changes were surely not
lost on Frost, who grew up in the city, but when it came time for him to
explore these complexities through his writing, he focused not on factories or
steel yards but on the subjects and settings for which we know him best:
Northeastern rural life, birch trees, and snow-covered woods. To celebrate
Frost’s 142nd birthday, let’s look at some interesting facts about the Bard of
New England, one of America’s most towering literary figures.
1. Fame Across the Pond
Frost wrote
diligently for years without success. Upon leaving Harvard University in 1899
due to health concerns, he moved with his wife, Elinor, to Derry, New
Hampshire, where the couple set up shop at a farm purchased by Robert’s
grandfather. For nine years, Frost wrote in the early mornings before heading
out to toil on the farm. Some of this work would later be published, but at the
time his writing proved unproductive, as did his farming. After a stint in
teaching, the Frost family moved across the pond to Beaconsfield, a small town
outside of London, in 1912. This jaunt must have been the antidote to Frost’s
sluggish writing career —within a year his first book, A Boy’s Will, was published
in London, and he was soon rubbing elbows with other poetic titans like Ezra Pound and
Edward Thomas. In 1914, just a year before he moved back to America, Frost
published North of Boston,
and his writing career was officially on the upswing.
2. Demons Beneath the Surface
Frost’s
poems display a sense of rustic tranquility, but close inspection reveals a
grim bleakness beneath their pastoral veneer. Novice readers may imagine Frost
as a genial daydreamer wandering about in the New England countryside. In
reality, though, Frost had a tumultuous life that infused his poetry with
tension and musings on death, isolation, and the indifference of the universe.
Life was
rough from the start, as Frost was born to an alcoholic father and a depressed
mother. His father died of tuberculosis, his mother died of cancer, and in 1920
he committed his sister Jeanie to a mental hospital, where she later died.
Robert, his wife, and their daughter Irma (committed to a mental hospital in
1947) suffered from bouts of mental illness throughout life. Only two of
Robert’s six children—Irma and Lesley—outlived their father, while the others
met unfortunate, premature fates: Eliot died of cholera, Carol committed
suicide, Marjorie died of puerperal fever, and Elinor Bettina died three days
after her birth. In 1937, Frost’s wife Elinor developed breast cancer and died
of heart failure a year later. To Frost, the world could be a capricious and
merciless place, and this reckoning with cosmic cruelty seeps into much of his
work. (“Once by the Pacific” is a potent example.)
3. Cold War Diplomacy
It’s not
often that poets are sent to ease the animosity of two warring superpowers. But
in 1962, the 88-year-old Frost (who now had four Pulitzer Prizes) embarked on a
goodwill tour of the Soviet Union. Frost imagined “the Russian and the American
democracies drawing together,” and he desperately hoped to liaise with then
Prime Minister Nikita Khrushchev. The possibility of this meeting
was nebulous, but Frost went ahead with his tour of the USSR, giving poetry
readings and lectures to enraptured audiences at each stop. Near the end of the
trip, Khrushchev agreed to a meeting, but Frost, who was so excited that he
developed stomach cramps and fell ill. Nevertheless, Khrushchev came to the
guesthouse where Frost was resting. Over an hour and a half, the two men
discussed the future of capitalism and socialism, the possibility of reuniting
East and West Berlin (Khrushchev said no), and poetry’s relation to national
strength. The Cold War continued to simmer, but this rendezvous testifies to
the reconciliatory power of literature.
4. A Political Poet
In 1961, John F. Kennedy inherited the Oval Office, and Robert Frost became
the first poet to read at a presidential inauguration. This was no accident,
for Frost had been vocal in his support for Kennedy, having given his
endorsement of the junior senator from Massachusetts before Kennedy had even
declared his candidacy. Even before this, however, Frost was well known in
Washington, D.C.—he had worked with the Attorney General to secure the
release of Ezra Pound (who was under indictment for treason), had read and
hobnobbed at the White House, had secured the Consultant in Poetry position by
the Library of Congress, had received a Congressional Gold Medal, and had even
been named “America’s great poet-philosopher” by the Senate. When Frost died in
1963, it was only natural that JFK and many other government officials paid
tribute to a poet who self-admittedly wore his politics on his sleeve.
5. The Road Not Taken . . . or Understood?
It’s been
argued that “The Road Not Taken” is the most recognizable poem of all time.
First published in 1916, the narrative poem eventually infiltrated nearly every
English classroom and literature anthology. Most readers, even if they are
unaware of the source, likely have some recollection of its famous closing
lines:
I shall
be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
But
recognition doesn’t equal comprehension, according to scholars and even Frost,
who viewed his “very tricky” creation as deeply misunderstood. The most common
interpretation is that the poem’s narrator—a woodland hiker confronted with a
fork in the road—overcomes his instinct to take the common way out of the woods
and is satisfied after embracing the challenge of the less-traveled road. Many
scholars, however, assert that this interpretation is wrong and at odds with
the text itself. In the previous stanza, the reader learns that both roads
“equally lay / in leaves no step had trodden black” — that is, they are
identical, and it is only “ages and ages hence” when the narrator will sigh and
claim he took the road less traveled. Is the poem, then, not an ode to individualism
and self-reliance? Is it instead a more complex comment on memory and how we
distort and rationalize our choices? You be the judge.
Clancy's comment: Another interesting character.
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